It was always me versus the world

Until I found it's me versus me

Why, why, why, why?

Why, why, why, why?

Just remember what happens on earth stays on earth!

We gon' put it in reverse



Darling I told you many times, and I am telling you once again

Just to remind you sweetheart that my..



Oh Lamar, hail Mary a marijuana, times is hard

Pray with the hooligans, shadows all in the dark

Fellowship with demons and relatives, I'm a star

God is one funny mothaf**ka

The true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him

I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep

Introverted by my thoughts

Children listen, it gets deep

See once upon a time inside the niggas in garden projects the object was to process and digest poverty's dialect

Adaptation inevitable, gun violence, crack spot

Federal policies raid buildings and drug professionals

Anthony was the oldest of seven, well respected, calm and collected

Laughin' and joking made life easier

Hard times, momma on crack, and forty oh telling his nanny he needed her

His family history pimpin' and bangin', he was meant to be dangerous

Clocked him a grip and start slangin', fifteen scrapin' up his jeans with quarter pieces

He even got some head from a smoker last weekend

Dodged a policeman workin' for his big homie

Small time hustler, graduated to a brick on him

Ten thousand dollars out of a project housing

That's on the daily, saw his first mil twenty years old

Had a couple of babies

Had a couple of shooters, caught a murder case

Fingerprints on the gun

They assumin', but witnesses couldn't prove it

That was back when they turned his back and they killed his cousin

He beat the case and went back to hustlin'

Bird shufflin', Anthony rang

The first in the projects with the two-tone Mustang

That 5.0 thing

They say 5-0 came circlin' parkin' lots and parking spots

And hoppin' out while the rats in the corner blocks

Crooked cops told Anthony he should kick it

He brushed them off and walked back to the Kentucky Fried Chicken

See at this chicken spot there was this light-skinned nigga that talked a lot

With a curly top and a gap in his teeth

He worked the window, his name was Ducky

He came from the streets the Robert Taylor Homes

Southside Projects, Chiraq, the Terror Dome

Drove to California with a woman on and 500 dollars

They had a son hoping that he'd see college

Hustlin' on the side with a nine to five to freak it

Cadillac Seville, he'd ride his son around on weekends

Three-piece special with his name on the shirt pocket

'Cross the street from the projects, Anthony planned to rob it

Stuck up the place before back in '84, that's when affiliation was really eight gears of war

So many relatives telling us, selling us devilish works

Killing us crime, intelligent, felonious, prevalent proposition with nines

Ducky was well aware, they robbed the manager and shot a customer last year

He figured he'd get on these niggas good sides, free chicken every time Anthony posted in line

Two extra biscuits, Anthony liked him and then let him slide

They didn't kill him, in fact it look like they're the last to survive

Pay attention, that one decision changed both of they lives

One curse at a time, reverse the manifest and good karma and I'll tell you why

You take two strangers and put 'em in random predicaments

Give 'em a soul so they can make their own choices and live with it

Twenty years later them strangers might make a meet again

And start recording studios where they reaping the benefits

Then they start reminding 'bout that chicken incident

Whoever thought the greatest rapper would be from coincidence

Because if Anthony killed Ducky, Top Dawg could be servin' life

While I grew up without a father and die in a gun fight



So I was taking a walk the other day..